Now she was relieved to be out the door and racing down the avenues toward Grand Central. The last time she’d passed through she’d seen a pair of Vector’s human minions, looking haunted and terrified, perhaps afraid of Vector, or just as likely, nowhere near getting over the shattering experience of Malik’s blast. The two of them were trying to string wire across the doorways, driving nails into marble with difficulty. And all of it pointless—with her momentum and chitin covering, she
could blow right through wires.

Hero, Chapter 34